Head Trips In PipeLine

Do I Hide My Face for these Bad Dreams ?

y do i feel like a bad man
y do i feel like a sad man
y do i feel like a blind man
y do i feel like a cold man
no sights are in here
no one iz in my Room
in my dark cold room
picture on my celing iz so sad
picture on my celing iz so cold
these painted hoodlums
are 2 black and cold
these 4 walls are soo black
may be thats y where i lack
to hear those unheard voices
which i heard in my past
coz it was always rainig
in my head,
My Shadow Proves the Sunshine
My Blues prove me being in vain
My Mirror proves me being sain
If I throw a glass of water on the mirror
All I have iz a distorted image of a boy all
This proves end of the rays in my life
Doezz it ?

This Room Spins
And I am Still HIGH
I am not yet tired Of this Dysfunctionality
Young Boy"s Innocence iz still been abused !!!